I took Smooch and JohnnyCashCat to the vet on Friday for their annual exams and vaccinations.
Smooch is cool with going to the vet. I lie and tell her we're going to Sonic for ice cream and she hops right in the truck.
I wasn't sure how Johnny would react, this being his first road trip since his arrival at the ranch a year ago.
I doubted that he would go into his carrier willingly, so I let him in the house first thing in the morning
and closed him in the bathroom until it was time to go. He got to practice his yowling for a full hour.
Then I wrapped him in a towel, gently dropped him feet first into the upturned carrier, and presto!
He was in the carrier before he knew what happened, I didn't get scratched, and we were on our way.
Johnny: You tricked me.
The dog/cat vet is about a one-hour drive. Here is a short video that summarizes our trip.
We arrived at the clinic, exams were done, and shots were given. I have no pictures. My hands were full.
But Smooch and Johnny were both pronounced healthy and good to go for another year.
Except they didn't go...they stayed while I went off to run errands.
I can't be sure what went down in my three-hour absence, but my guess is Smooch did not sleep a wink
while confined in a crate at the clinic.
She tried her best but could not stay awake on the way home...
...and she crashed once we got there.
Smooch: What? I'm awake. I didn't miss a thing.
Smooch: Was that a nightmare or I did I just spend the day at the vet with that darned cat?